Dodeka
@dodekatome.bsky.social
Writing strange little stories to see where they lead, and who they connect me with. Lover of sci-fi, fantasy, and horror.
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Damn. I need to replay this
October 17, 2025 at 4:10 AM
Damn. I need to replay this
Excited to check this out
October 17, 2025 at 3:31 AM
Excited to check this out
Honestly, no I didn’t. I’ll try again soon, I swear
October 9, 2025 at 5:28 PM
Honestly, no I didn’t. I’ll try again soon, I swear
He should feel trapped. Yet a strange peace pressed over him like a blanket.
“You are dead,” the man said, leaning closer. “But it’s not what you think. You haven’t ended. You’ve… moved on.”
END
“You are dead,” the man said, leaning closer. “But it’s not what you think. You haven’t ended. You’ve… moved on.”
END
September 12, 2025 at 5:08 AM
He should feel trapped. Yet a strange peace pressed over him like a blanket.
“You are dead,” the man said, leaning closer. “But it’s not what you think. You haven’t ended. You’ve… moved on.”
END
“You are dead,” the man said, leaning closer. “But it’s not what you think. You haven’t ended. You’ve… moved on.”
END
“You don’t recognize yourself, that’s okay,” the man said calmly. “You are how you picture yourself being. Take a breath. Let it sink in.”
The air felt wrong. Manufactured. The room was bare. Table, chairs, nothing more. No doors, and no windows.
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The air felt wrong. Manufactured. The room was bare. Table, chairs, nothing more. No doors, and no windows.
...
September 12, 2025 at 5:08 AM
“You don’t recognize yourself, that’s okay,” the man said calmly. “You are how you picture yourself being. Take a breath. Let it sink in.”
The air felt wrong. Manufactured. The room was bare. Table, chairs, nothing more. No doors, and no windows.
...
The air felt wrong. Manufactured. The room was bare. Table, chairs, nothing more. No doors, and no windows.
...
His arms were thicker, corded with muscle. His posture is taller, straighter. This wasn’t him. Or at least… not the him he remembered before closing his eyes.
There was no mirror, no reflection to confirm it, only the unsettling sense that he’d woken into someone else’s frame.
...
There was no mirror, no reflection to confirm it, only the unsettling sense that he’d woken into someone else’s frame.
...
September 12, 2025 at 5:07 AM
His arms were thicker, corded with muscle. His posture is taller, straighter. This wasn’t him. Or at least… not the him he remembered before closing his eyes.
There was no mirror, no reflection to confirm it, only the unsettling sense that he’d woken into someone else’s frame.
...
There was no mirror, no reflection to confirm it, only the unsettling sense that he’d woken into someone else’s frame.
...
Interesting, I want to check this out
April 19, 2025 at 12:27 AM
Interesting, I want to check this out